"No teasing from now on, I won't," a nod. "Ahhhh... to think my sign of respect," the bow, "So rare, was instead disrespectful, leaving without a word." His hand goes to his forehead. "Had I known I would have... perhaps tries a poem, but even that might not have been preferable... tch." A small head tilt. "Do you know how America came to be like that? I know 'religion,' but in my time, the Europeans are still more open about their sexual relationships than Japan." Nobunaga hesitates and waves a hand. "No, it's... of little matter. My ongoing frustration that we lack historical texts here. Sleep well, my friend. For what it's worth, feel free to tell him of my severe misjudgment in not realizing he's even blind." A beat. "He couldn't even see the Koetsu folding screen I brought to poetry club?" A groan. "Does he just assume I knew? Tch... probably." An annoyed growl, and Nobunaga lightly beats his forehead with a fist. "I was not teasing him before, I truly didn't know. Grrrr..." He wonders if Klaus knew. Did EVERYONE know!? How irritating!